There’s been so much bad luck Blowing in the gales of life, The sails of my happiness are Tattered and won’t hold the wind. Life has long been such a heavy load My little boat is listing And it needs to be rebalanced. I have stores of ballast, so My little craft won’t sink. My twisted fingers still can hold A needle to mend the spinnaker. The tiller isn’t broken and The rudder still steers true. I can see the distant shore And the tide is lifting me. Soon I will make landfall and be safe ljm
Finally gettting eccited about the move to Nevada. All the crap will at last be over.